Griff smacks my arm. “Do you need a ride home?”
“I’m not really sure I want to go home right now.”
“You wanna sleep it off at our place and I can swing you back home later?” Griff asks.
“Yeah, that might not be a bad idea. But wait, I don’t want to ruin your date night. Kenna was just ordering a drink.”
“I’m not really feeling the best anyways.” Kenna shoulders her purse just as Griff shrugs out of his jacket, draping it over his wife’s shoulders. That’s when I notice Griffin isn’t wearing his wedding ring either.
Only after we’re all securely in the confines of Griffin’s Jeep do I insert myself in their business. “Why were you two acting so weird at the bar? And why are you both not wearing your wedding rings? You guys aren’t like, having marriage troubles or anything are you?”
“You really don’t have a filter when you drink, do you?” McKenna mumbles under her breath as an obvious blush heats her cheeks.
“Nope,” I say, popping the “p” just for the hell of it.
“Well, if you must know, we were doing a little marriage experiment,” she says, as ifthatclarifies anything.
“The fuck? Are you guys like swingers or some shit?”
“What? Jesus, Jax. No! I don’t share my wife.”
“And I most definitely donotshare my husband,” Kenna adds for good measure.
“Okay, okay, I just had to make sure you two weren’t in some kinky sex club or something.”
“So what if we were?” Kenna questions, her tone haughty.
God, I’m such an ass.
“Sorry, I’m not shaming anyone. I just figured you two weren’t the sharing type.”
“And you’d be right,” they say in unison.
Freaky.
“Anyway, we read this article that says you should always date your spouse. And while we’re pretty religious about date nights,we wanted to uh—” He pauses to clear his throat. “We wanted to try something new.”
McKenna turns in her seat to face me. “We were there to pick each other up. That’s why we both weren’t wearing our rings and that’s why I told you I was there by myself. The plan was to go to a random bar and hit on each other like we were strangers.”
“Yeah, you know, to see if I can still woo my wife.” Griff waggles his eyebrows at me in the rearview mirror.
“And does he still got it?” I ask McKenna.
“Jury’s still out. He didn’t quite get the chance to use his pick up lines on me.”
I wince, scrunching my face up. “Ah, shit. Is that because of me? It’s because of me, isn’t it? Sorry for being such a cock block, Griff. I’ll make it up to you, buddy.”
“And how are you gonna do that?”
“I’ll be the most upstanding house guest you’ve ever had. I’ll go right to my room in the basement and I’ll be so silent, it’ll be like I’m not even there.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, shaking his head.
I chuckle. “My point exactly.”
After McKenna gets me settled in their guest room with a big glass of water, I thank her before throwing myself onto the bed. It’s comfortable and I nearly pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow. Only as I’m drifting off to sleep do I curse myself for not checking in on Taevin.
The next morning my head feels like I’ve driven it through a brick wall. Repeatedly. The pounding only intensifies as I make my way up the basement steps to find music blaring from McKenna and Griffin’s kitchen.
